23rd
animal instincts
sometimes, when i’m not doing anything, or when i am, i think of really bizarre things. well, i guess they’re not that bizarre. they’re just kind of random.
like, when i walk into a store, usually hollister, and they greet me with “hey! make sure you check out our jeans!” i always ignore them, or give them a sarcastic smirk like, “ha! okay! your job sucks!” but what i really want to do is this: look them in the eyes and say, “don’t tell me what to do.” and then walk out.
i always have this urge to shoot felix in the head. i don’t think i would kill her though. just paralyze. permanently or temporarily.
i like telling people i don’t like the beatles. don’t ask me why. i am and will always be a beach boys girl, nothing can change that. i can try to explain why. it’s because everyone else was in love with them. saying i didn’t like the beatles was blasphemous, controversial. ya dig? and for awhile, i really didn’t like them. but it’s because i refused to listen to them. and then i watched across the universe. and i discovered that i do like them. but that doesn’t matter, because i still say i don’t. i won’t ever admit it. except right here, in this blog, that no one will see.
i also do not want to admit that weezy’s new rock album may not be as bad as i anticipated. but no one will ever hear me say that out loud.
currently loving: music, dj headphones, fourteen days, facebook, shopping, music videos, stolen dj headphones, confessions.
currently hating: this paper that won’t write itself, distractions (facebook), fourteen days.
